Ears
Friends come in all shapes in sizes! Big, small, tall, short, labels do not matter!EARS
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Dear Diary,
My name is Hailey Brown. I can't hear. I never could. I wish I could. I can talk though. Sometimes I hear a ringing in my ears as I talk. I always wondered what it was like to hear. I'm sure it would be useful. There are five senses. Taste, Touch, Sight, Smell, and.... Hearing. Except, I only have four senses. Mother says, a dog could help me. How could a dog help my hearing? It couldn't. I wish I could hear. My Mother knocks on my door. I must leave.
I close the book I was writing in. I walk down the stairs as I see my Mother in her coat. She encourages me to get my coat on. I zipper up my coat and walk outside, holding my Mother's hand. While we walk down the sidewalk, my Mother writes something on the palm of my hand:
I continue walking. A car zooms towards me. I can see my Mother at the corner of my eye. She's screaming an crying. I see the car in front of me. A large golden dog jumps on top of the car. The car stops right in front of me. I gasp for breath. The dog rubs on my leg. I pet my savior. My Mother runs over to me. She gives me a tight squeeze. She stares down at the golden dog, who is now panting. My Mother writes something in my hand.
"He's a golden retriever. He's a stray who saved you life."
The golden retriever starts to lick my hand. He looks up at me. He stares at me with his big puppy eyes. His eyes look like they're saying something to me. It's like his eyes are saying, "I am your savior. I will protect you." I stare at his eyes.
"Mother." I quietly ask. "Can we keep him?"
My Mother writes something on my hand.
"Yes."
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